The ascetic monk still lowered his head with great respect, but his body was trembling slightly.
He is a sutra holder and practitioner of the Hongyi Sect. The Hongyi Sect is extremely special among the Tantric Sects in Mobei. The Hongyi Sect is not only the oldest Tantric sect, but also the Hongyi Sect only practices and reads scriptures.
Do not participate in any political and religious struggles.
It is precisely because of this purity that many Tantric sects in Mobei have been in constant dispute for hundreds of years, but they all highly recognize the status of the Red Clothes Sect.
The practitioner of the Red Clothes Sect is the most devout believer in the teachings of the Red Clothes Sect. In a sense, this practitioner of the Red Clothes Sect has devoted his entire life to
Got the Destiny Volume.
Any word stated in the scroll of destiny is a real oracle for them and cannot be doubted.
If someone else had said these words to him questioning the Destiny Scroll, he would definitely kill that person at all costs. However, the person who said these words to him at this time was the Demon Sect, the Destined Person recognized by the Destiny Scroll.
If he cannot question the destiny scroll, he cannot question the destiny person.
However, the Destiny One said that the Destiny Scroll itself was a lie. It was one of the many means left behind by the god-like emperor when an extremely powerful divine dynasty that once existed in the world collapsed.
This is completely contrary to the hundreds of years of pious belief of the Red Clothes Sect.
His body was trembling constantly.
He was in great pain.
If given a choice, he would rather give up knowing the truth.
"I have told you the truth. The key now is your choice after knowing the truth."
Demon Sect calmed down his joking expression, and his expression returned to calm, but as he held this piece of white oracle bone, the confidence in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
"I have been practicing since I became sensible, and I have believed in the Book of Destiny since I started practicing, and dedicated my life to the Destiny. Since you are the Destiny, whether you tell me the truth or not, I will devote my life to serving you." The ascetic monk listened.
Fascinated by Mo Zong's words, he raised his head stiffly, then looked at Mo Zong and spoke slowly.
When he finished saying this, his body no longer trembled, and he looked at the Demon Sect with an expression of piety and extreme respect.
"So people in this world only believe in the facts they believe, but not the real truth." Demon Sect laughed.
He just smiled.
He did not say what was in his heart.
He did not say anything to the ascetic, ask anything, or even ask the ascetic to do anything.
Although the Tantric Sect in Mobei has suffered heavy losses, it is still a force that cannot be underestimated in this land.
After he smiled, he moved directly.
The wild horses in the distance barked happily.
This Tantric ascetic didn't know why those wild horses looked so cheerful. Before he could react, the figure of the Demon Sect had disappeared directly from his sight.
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Just like he didn't know why those wild horses looked so cheerful, the ascetic monk also didn't know where the Demon Sect had gone. He was even shocked to find that there seemed to be no trace of the Demon Sect even in this meadow.
There was no trace of any breath left, not even a single footprint.
Half a day later, the Demon Sect arrived outside a small town.
This small town is located to the east of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
There are many wild peach trees around this small town. Although the cold wind is like a knife at this time, the peach trees are as ugly as ghostly painted branches, but I think when the flowers bloom in spring, the area around this small town will be very bright and beautiful.
This town is called Peach Blossom Town.
He had no reputation in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The fruits of wild peach trees are picked before they are ripe and made into pickled fruits.
In the Southern Dynasties, apricots and peaches were usually pickled with sugar or honey to make candied fruits, which are naturally very sweet. However, people around this town used salt to pickle these unripe fruits and make pickles.
Mo Zong has traveled to many places in the world, and he is not picky about food, but he still feels that this kind of pickled vegetables is against common sense and cannot be eaten at all.
This small town is full of farmers and fishermen, who can still afford food and clothing, but their lives are not elegant. There is not even a liquor store in the whole town.
Even if you want to drink, you have to go to a nearby big town.
But people in this town like to drink tea.
Although there is no wine shop, there is a tea shop.
This tea shop only sells tea bricks, but not tea.
Like this small town, this tea shop has no reputation.
It has no reputation, and only occasionally people come to buy tea bricks, so the business is very quiet.
For such a tea shop, it is enough to have only one owner.
But there is a shopkeeper and a waiter in this tea shop.
Both of them are very young. The boy looks to be in his fifties and his hair is already gray, while the shop owner looks to be in his late seventies. Although he is in good spirits, his hair is almost falling out.
Not far from the tea shop is the only butcher shop in the town.
This butcher's shop is open, with several wooden pillars supporting a roof, and a meat case in the middle. Sometimes pigs are killed to sell pork, sheep are killed to sell mutton, and sometimes dog meat is sold.
Although there is not much business, there is a fishy smell everywhere.
The place where pigs and sheep are slaughtered is right behind the butcher shop, so the smell mixed with the smell of offal and feces floats around the tea shop from time to time.
Mo Zong walked not far from the door of the tea shop.
He smelled the smells in the tea shop and the butcher shop, and shook his head.
The waiter in the tea shop was spreading some loose tea, while the owner was warming up next to the brazier. There was an iron net on the brazier, with a few dark tubers on it, which were not just tubers of some plant.
"I passed by here many years ago and even bought a few fish from the fishermen here, but I didn't notice your tea shop at that time and didn't feel anything unusual at all."
Mo Zong glanced at the waiter with his back turned to him, then looked at the shop owner who looked up at him from the fire plate, and smiled again, "Now that I think about it, it's really abnormal."
The waiter was still making tea and didn't seem to hear his voice at all.
The owner of the shop, whose hair was almost falling out, stretched out his hands to straighten his few hairs out of habit. He didn't answer immediately. He just looked at him for a while, then lit the roasted black tubers on the brazier and said.
: "Would you like to try it?"
Mo Zong shook his head and said: "I don't think it tastes good either."
The shop owner seemed to have seen through the prank and started laughing. He also lost a lot of teeth and his smile was a bit leaky.
"Who are you?"
The shop owner smiled and asked two questions in a row, "Why did you suddenly find us here?"
"You don't even know me or recognize me?"
Mo Zong was a little surprised. He frowned and said: "I am Mo Zong... I really don't understand what kind of people you are. If you can't wait for the result you want, you will really stay here all your life.
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"Demon Sect?"
The shop owner's face instantly stiffened.
It seems that he has never seen the portrait of Mo Zong and cannot recognize Mo Zong, but he obviously knows who Mo Zong is.
And just opposite him, the shop assistant who was originally as if nothing had happened, and didn't even seem to hear the Demon Sect's voice, suddenly started to tremble.
"How did you find this place? How did you find us...?"
The shop owner looked at Mo Zong and asked in disbelief.
"I found this place just because you have something I want, something left by Emperor You." Mo Zong looked at him seriously and said, "You should be the ones telling me now, you and the uncle who controlled me
, what is the relationship? Are you descendants of Emperor You, or someone else?" (To be continued)